Teya's POV".....Mother, can you please just eat something," I said in a low tone as my eyes landed on the untouched meal on the dining table.The food was from this morning and it was already 2pm—it had long gone cold. Yet mama sat there, staring blankly at nothing, her eyes hollow with sadness. Her frail fingers were interlocked tightly on her lap, knuckles almost pale, as if holding onto herself was the only thing keeping her from crumbling completely. From going insane."Please," I whispered, pushing the bowl of soup and rice closer to her. Still, nothing. She barely spared me a glance or even utter a word.It had been two years since Reya died. Two years since they said that my beloved sister committed suicide. Two years since we lost the light in our home. The only person that completes us. And in those two years, mother had never remained the same. She had never truly returned to us. She didn’t cook anymore. She didn’t even step outside the house. She didn’t even speak unless
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